Discovering Mack

29| Twenty-Nine

We've all read it, seen the movies, know the story line. I had thought about it before, but never had the confidence to follow through. Tristan gives me that confidence and well, given it is his birthday, I figured there was no better way to wake him up.

Yep, he's getting a birthday blow job.

Not gonna lie, it feels weird and a little creepy. What is the protocol here? Should I wake him slightly before going to town, wake him all the way up or just go for it. Can I google this? Am I overthinking it completely?

Yes. Yes you are. Just kiss him, run your hand down his body and wrap it around his dick. It's easy!

Tristan stirs and I'm feeling like I'm loosing my chance to surprise him how I wanted. Although maybe this is better. Yes actually this is better, way less creep factor.

In his sleepy haze he searches for me with his hand. I scoot closer, slipping under his arm as he hugs me to his side, sliding his hand down my back until he reaches my naked ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, all while keeping his eyes closed.

"Mmmm, morning," Tristan murmurs, his morning voice husky and so incredibly sexy.

Now or never Mack.

I reach up towards him, placing my lips gently on his jaw. "Morning," I whisper.

I see his lips quirk upwards into a smile and I know I have his attention, even if he is somewhere between waking up or continuing to sleep. I kiss him again and again, and the little groan of approval he gives me is all I need to build up my confidence again.

I pull back the blanket enough to allow me the room to climb on top of him, my naked body straddling his. It's perfect really, I don't even need to look to see that at least one part of him is very, very awake because I can feel him below me.

"Happy Birthday," I whisper into his ear as seductively as I can manage before lowering myself until my face is lined up with Tristan's crutch.

I start slow, tracing my tongue up and then back down his hard length. Satisfied by the little noises he is letting out that I have teased him enough, I pucker my lips and take the tip into my mouth. I alternate between sucking and teasing him with my tongue until I feel his hands in my hair and know that he is fully awake.

I glance up at him only to see his eyes now open, laser focused on what me and my mouth are doing. His mouth is slightly ajar, eyes locked on mine. Opening my jaw as much as I can, I take as much of him as I can until he hits the back of my throat, allowing him to push my head over and over, working together to set the pace that he wants.

"Mack, fuck," he mutters. "Oh fuck, that's... oh fuck."

I'm starting to think I've broken him as he repeats the same sentiments over and over again. I feel the muscles in his legs tighten below my hands before he tells me he is ready to come.

"Mack, you can stop. Mack, I'm coming," he tells me urgently, expecting me to pull away but I don't. I keep my mouth on him, sucking the tip hard until I feel and then taste him. I swallow it all, every last bit, waiting until I know he's done by the long satisfied sigh he expels.

He pulls me up to him and holds me against his body. "Best. Fucking. Birthday. Ever."

I giggle, appreciating that he enjoyed it and somewhat proud that I pulled it off.

"Better than Karen whats-her-face on your sixteen birthday?" I tease him.

"Oh yeah," he replies. "She didn't swallow."

"Tristan!" I exclaim, hitting his chest softly as I pull myself up. He is laughing below me and finally opens his eyes again and I can't help but laugh too.